or maybe quinces – but am not certain what I would do with the quinces. I like the look and the name but not the taste really.

Apples are easy but the Winesaps won’t be here until next week.

Teeny, tiny pears all sheeny with wetness.

Then I’m delighted by pinkness and buy dahlias which will only last three days – but lots of nice things last even less time than that.

Oh my! what a dazzle for the eye!

The mescalun looks as if it has been arranged – but it hasn’t.

Romanesco is worth mediating on – all Fibonacci and architectural – look at the little group of singers at the top in their soft green dresses under the coral overhang – or make up another story entirely. Or, according to Mee (the friend who did the cookbook) bake it inside a Godzilla cake and astound the kiddies.

An orange nose has poked itself into the ghost gourds.

This decorative gourd is all warty and weird – maybe it’s enchanted. In the end I brought the dahlias home and took their photo on the dining table.

And that was my morning avoiding watching the news or doing any writing or anything remotely useful. And so we go on!